The CWCville Tales Episode 5 - Project Mistua

Trump and the Miscreants take off from the White House on Trump’s blimp and fly into the air.

Trump smiled as he pressed the release button “Thanks a lot Earth! Thanks for letting me build real estate all over you!”

As the button was pressed, a red mist came from the blimp and scattered everything down below.

Clyde stares through the window in horror as he sees people covering their faces in horror as they begin their autistic transformation.

Clyde looks towards Trump “Sir? What’s the autism gas gonna make people do?”

Trump chuckles “Oh, this gas is better. This is no ordinary autism they’re getting. They’re gonna become the deadliest autists ever. Just blood-thirsty cannibals.”

Clyde stares in horror “But that’s horrific! You’re going to kill everyone on Earth for no reason just to stop one guy!”

Trump turns around “If you don’t want to join them down there Clyde, I suggest you keep your mouth shut!”

Clyde sighs “Yes sir.”

Pickle laughs and turns to Idea “Holy shit! Clyde Cash taking orders like a bitch!”

“Yeah, how the mighty have fallen!” Idea chuckles.

Trump turns around again “You know, if you two pussies don’t shut your mouths, I could just send you down too.”

“Sorry sir” Pickle and Idea respond in unison.

Meanwhile at the agency, Chris is running around in circles, frightened as he notices people beginning their transformation. The General grabs him. Chris notices he is beginning his transformation.

“Chris...” the General spluttered. “You need to go... White House. Find an antidote.”

The General then grew fangs and pounced on Chris. Luckily Sonichu appears and knocks the General out with a chair.

“Father! You need to get to the White House now!” Sonichu screamed.

Chris stuttered “But-but what about all my stresses?”

Magi-chan appeared behind Chris “Chris, you need to move! You’re immune to the gas! It won’t affect you!”

“Well can I have a Pokémon to help me out?” Chris asked.

“Of course not!” Magi-Chan replied. “We’re not immune to the gas, now get out of here!”

Chris vanishes in a bright light.

“Why did you tell him we weren’t immune to the gas?” Sonichu asked Magi-chan “It doesn’t affect us either.”

Magi-Chan slaps Sonichu in the face.

Chris teleports into the Oval Office and becomes terrified by the mindless zombies in the room. He immediately ducks down under the desk and shakes.

Suddenly, one of them flips the desk over and grabs Chris by the throat, pushing him against the wall.

“Goddamn slow in the minds!” Chris shouted.

The autist snarled at Chris as it opened its mouth to show its fangs.

Chris tried to talk his way out of trouble “You know, if you don’t let me go, I will be forced to defecate as an act of self defence!”

At this point, the autist backed away from Chris and ran out the room. Chris assumed his aggressive nature allowed him to stay alive.

Chris ran through the White House corridors into the science room where a zombie was chewing on the flesh of a staff doctor. The zombie turned around when it saw Chris entering the room.

Chris stood strong and stared at the zombie and responded with one of his most deadly attacks “Curse-ye-ha-me-ya!”

As soon as the zombie heard his cry, it collapsed to the ground. In Chris’s view it was killed by fear.

“Huh, I never realised I was so threatening.” Chris thought.

Chris enters the laboratory, searching for some form of antidote. Chris looks at some test tubes with labels on them. The labels say “Autism antidote”

“Wow, thank goodness for that plot convenience!” Chris beamed.

Chris ran back to the office with the test tubes with all the zombies running away from Chris in fright.

Meanwhile, in the blimp, Trump looks on his phone to see how far the gas has spread.

“OK folks, listen up, got some amazing news here, totally incredible. It turns out the gas has now spread all over America.” Trump beams. “I think it may get to the oceans soon, let’s make the fish autistic too.” He added.

“So, where do we go once we land?” Pickle asked Trump.

Trump paused. “You know, that’s a good question, haven’t figured it out yet. I’ve been too busy working on my supervillain laugh. I’ll show you later, my throat’s a little dry.”

Pickle rolled his eyes “Ah shit.”

Just then, Chris breaks in through the blimp door, causing the blimp to tilt to the left and lose control

Clyde shouted at Chris “How the hell did you get here?”

“You shouldn’t leave a jetpack in your office!” Chris responded

“Sorry guys, my bad.” Trump interjected.

Idea interrupted “We need to get out of here! The blimp’s gonna crash!”

Pickle shouted “If we go out, we’ll get infected with the virus!

Trump replied “Don’t worry, I have the perfect solution.”

Trump pulls out four gas masks and throws them at the Miscreants.

“Sorry retard.” Trump said while looking at Chris. “But we have some more work to do. This is just the beginning.”

Trump activates the self destruct button as the Miscreants fly out the blimp from their ejector seats.

Chris runs to the control panel to see if he can cancel the self destruct sequence

Chris thinks about what to do “Wait, maybe if I put the antidote inside, the explosion can—“

The blimp explodes with Chris mid-sentence.

Chris wakes up in the agency hospital, bleeding and covered in burn marks. He turns his head to see Sonichu, Magi-chan and the General next to him.

Chris spluttered “Uh...uh...what’s going on?”

“Well, you were a blimp explosion, got severely injured and were in a coma for a few days.” The General said. “It’s been great, very peaceful.”

“But what about the autism gas?” Chris asked “I thought it was infecting everyone.”

“Well it turns out the gas used was only a temporary effect.” Rosechu replied. “To be honest, we shouldn’t have expected much from a science experiment led by Donald Trump.”

Sonichu interrupted “Oh speaking of Donald Trump, he sent a note for you, Father.”

Sonichu reads the note “Dear Chris, you may have gotten away with it this time, but I’ll get you next time (evil supervillain laugh)”

Chris gets angry “Oh that cursed nemesis of mine!” “But I still have one more question. Why were the autism zombies scared of me?”

Magi-Chan explained “Well, it might be because they thought you were the leader of the autism pack. Like how one lion threatens all the other lions.

Chris smiles “Gosh, what an honour! Could this day get any better?”

“Oh that reminds me” Punchy says. “It’s time for your daily creaming, so get your pants off and I’ll begin the rubbing.”

Chris sighs in comfort “No, it can’t.”

“Weird how Punchy was the only one who volunteered for that.” Rosechu whispers to Sonichu and Magi-Chan.

“Don’t worry about it, let’s just see where this goes.” Magi-Chan tells the others.